Relighting an old match of a story. Sorry for the ridiculous delay...

The Hamptons House/Master Bathroom - Night

Beckett makes quick work of filling the large tub, her body still thrumming with her own need. Glancing over her bare shoulder she finds Castle trying his best to patiently wait for her.

Their eyes meet with fierce impact, Kate turns her body completely around to face him. He attempts to keep his desire under control, leaning as casual as possible against the glass wall of the shower. Her eyes are first to break contact as they drift down his still damp body to his manhood.

She takes two deep, hungry breaths to try to calm her racing heart. His voice knocks her out of her trance. "Water is getting a little high, Beckett."

She shakes her head, her eyes startling back up to his before she turns around to shut off the faucet.

A gentle steam rises off the top of the water as she dips her hand in to test the temperature.

He cocks his head slight, "Well? Is it the exact same temp as the first time you did this?"

"Shut up. Just for that…" her voice trails off as she slowly steps into the water and settles into the back of the tub. Kate waits a few beats, enjoying the heated water. "No jacking off. In fact, no touching yourself at all."

"But Kate–"

She sighs as she sinks deeper into the water, her knees bent and open, each resting against opposite sides of the porcelain.

She turns her head to smirk at him. "Deal breaker. If I see you touching, I stop."

He glares. "But you got to…while I was…you did, right?"

"My turn, my rules, babe."

"Fine. Where do you want me to be?"

She nods her head towards the foot end of the bathtub. "You can stand over there. Hands behind your back."

He pushes off the shower wall, "mmm, cop talk." She shoots him a glare as he continues to walk slowly to the end of the tub. He stops, looking down at her. "Here?"

"Mmhmm. And your hands where I can't see them."

She lifts her eyebrows, waiting for him to do as she says. Castle puts his hands on his hips proudly. "You sure you don't wanna watch me…while you…?"

"I'm sure. The next time you cum, I want it to be inside of me. Can you do that for me, Rick?"

A self-satisfied grin creeps up his face. He slowly eases his hands from his hips, slipping them behind him with a wink. "Fuck, I hope so."

She gives him a gentle smile, tilts her head back and closes her eyes. She trails a hand down her body, her fingertips brushing lightly up and down her abdomen as she begins to speak. "You're well aware of my affinity of reading in the bath."

He simply grunts in response, his hands gripping each other tightly behind his back.

She opens her eyes to look at him, an amused smirk on her face. Mischief in her eyes, "I said no coming, Castle, not no talking."

"We may need to go over the rules again…"

"The first time I got off to you, I was reading your book."

"Don't tell me, Heat Wave, page 105. Picturing me as Jameson and you as Detective Nikki Heat. Not gonna lie, I did the same. Over and over and over…"

"I bet…"

"I'm a little disappointed it took you that long to get off on me, Detective. In fact, I may need you to help me polish off my tarnished ego later."

"We'll see. But I wasn't talking about Heat Wave."

His eyes widen, a small pout gracing his mouth. "'Naked Heat?'"

She shakes her head, watching his shoulders slump. "So, 'Heat Rises?'"

"No."

"Frozen Heat?!"

"Nope."

"Jesus. I know it's not "'Deadly Heat' because I caught you masturbating long before that was released."

"Pft, how do you know I was masturbating thinking about you?"

"Uhm, because your face was smashed into my pillow and you moaned out my name when you came?"

"Mm, right. That time." Her hand moves up, fingertips now grazing her breasts.

"If it wasn't a Nikki book, which was it?"

She takes a deep, steadying breath. "Coincidentally enough…'Flowers For Your Grave.'"

A grin lights up his whole face. "You read it during our first case?! I knew it. You wanted me right away!"

She shakes her head slowly from side to side, her bottom lip wedged in between her teeth as she smiles at him.

He frowns. "Well, shit."

"It was years before that, Castle. I'd probably read 'Flowers" a couple times already. I came home all wound up from a particularly trying case."

"Wait, what? Years?"

"Mmmhmm. I slid into the bath. All the pent up emotions of the day buzzing inside of me. And then I reached for your book and for some reason your photo on the back drew me in."

"You…"

She stares into his eyes, nodding. Her hand creeps down to the V of her body.

"I don't know what it was. That sparkle in your eyes, the cocky smile. All of a sudden all of my emotions turned into white hot need…want. I wanted to fuck that smile off your sexy face."

He licks his lips, his mouth suddenly feeling desert dry. "You masturbated to the picture of me on my book jacket?"

Kate chews her lip, nodding. "Kinda. Yes."

"That is so fucking hot!" He moves forward ready to join her in the tub. She holds up her hand to stop him. He freezes, confused.

"Hey, wait, no! You, stay there! No touching, remember?!"

"Screw it! Forget the reenactment. I want you to fuck this smile off my face." He's now grinning, index finger pointing directly at his mouth.

"Sorry, Castle. A deal's a deal. You're just gonna have to watch me get off thinking about the first time I climaxed with your name on my lips."

He clinches his eyes shut tightly and huffs out a breath. "Fine."

"You don't have to watch if you don't want to, babe."

A feral growl escapes his mouth, her eyes light up.

She slowly purrs out, "Patience, tiger."

Castle takes a deep breath and once again knots his hands behind his back, giving her a nod. His voice is full of intensity and husk, "Show me."

Beckett shivers at his tone, closing her eyes she drifts back to that night, "the water was so warm and soothing after a long, stressful day. I closed my eyes and let myself feel it surround me. Let in swallow me whole. I imagined it was you..."

He took a silent step forward, becoming even more physically drawn to her tale. "Kate..."

She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth at his desperate utterance. Her knees drawing up slightly as her hand drifts slowly down her neck. She uses a manicured nail to lightly circle around each nipple before continuing a path down her body.

"I imagined us running into each other at a club. Women surrounding you...desperate for your attention. But we caught each other's eyes across the crowd."

"Mm, I've wanted to fuck you in a club on more than one occasion."

His hands tighten again behind his back as she brings her other hand to cup her breast as the other inches towards her core. Her eyes remain closed, a small smirk settling on her face.

"We didn't fuck in the club. I dragged you out to the back alley."

"We've totally fucked in an alley. Your idea too, if I remember correctly. Fantasy fulfillment, Detective?"

Her eyes slide open to meet his, they darken as her fingers finally slide through her folds. "Oh, completely."

His jaw clenches in a desperate attempt to retain control as he watches her sensual movements.

"It was hot. I imagined us frantic, up against the wall." Her eyes close again as her hand gradually picks up pace. "I remember the warm wetness coating my fingers as I drove them inside myself. I wanted them to be you."

Castle takes another calculated step, releasing his hands from behind his back. Beckett is too far gone to notice any of his quiet movement. She doesn't even startle when he speaks.

"Did I take you from behind, Detective? Or did I have your leg up around my waist?"

His question only seems to spur her on more, her fingers fighting for friction in the warm bath. Her breathing becomes more erratic as it attempts to catch up with the thrusts of her hand. His hand slowly comes up to grip his cock, but makes no other gesture.

"Waist." She's panting now. "Mm, your waist." She licks her lips at the pseudo memory, her legs unconsciously moving higher at the words.

Her head tips back, her whole body now straining for the finish line. Sounds of water splashing pairs with her rhythmic pants and moans of pleasure. Castle braves another step forward, this time it's a long stride that leaves him at the middle of the tub. He runs his eyes from her heated face down to her aching sex.

He swallows thickly as he watches her ride her hand. His voice is cloaked in want and curiousy, "Did I make you come, Kate?"

Her eyes once again open to his. Her hard stare of lust now hinging more on desperation. She's biting her lip harder and bringing her other hand around to pinch and pull at her peaked nipples.

She inhales deeply through her nose, her eyes darting down to his cock. She licks her lips and huffs out a breath as she closes her eyes again.

"Mhm. Fuck. Yes!"

"Come for me again, Kate. Let me see you come for me again."

Her back begins to arch slightly. His words sending her careening towards her climax. Her body rigid and jerking as it propels through her, his name screaming from her lips.

His grip tightens even more while he watching her ride out the waves of her orgasm. Her breathing and self caresses slowly evening themselves out.

Beckett finally seems to return to herself, letting her her body relax into the water with a contented smile.

Castle's breathing on the other hand, has increased dramatically as he tries to maintain control. Beckett's eyes finally drift open, dreamily taking in Castle's form.

"Mmm." Her eyes land on his fist clutched member. She mumbles, "Said no touching, Castle..."

He closes his eyes, shaking his head. "I need you out of that tub!"

She smiles, shaking her head slowly from side to side. "Too nice. You come here."

He takes a deep, steadying breath and shakes his head. He meets her confused gaze with a starving stare of his own. "Please. I need to fuck you against a wall. NOW!"

A smile blooms up her flushed face as he reaches down to lift her out of the water...